Fidgeting nervously with the cross pendant that hung around her neck, Lisbon watched the prison guard approach her. She stood up when he reached her, and ignored his look of disgust when she said she wanted to visit prisoner number 215. "Hot young thing like you, here to visit that piece of scum? Girlfriend?" grunted the guard, and she wrinkled her nose up at him. "Not that it's any of your business," she spat, "but no. Can I see him now?" she asked curtly. The burly guard apologised gruffly, mumbling something about a "damn snooty bitch" under his breath as he led her to a visiting room, complete with a phone and glass window. He gestured to the seat in front of the window and wandered off to get Jane.
The door clicked shut as the rude guard left, and silence enveloped the damp, grey room. Lisbon took a few deep breaths to calm herself, not sure how she would react when she saw him. He didn't give her long to worry, striding into the adjoining room as if he didn't have a care in the world before plopping himself down on the seat facing hers. She picked up the crappy phone, and he mirrored her actions, smiling widely as he greeted her. "Why hello, Lisbon, didn't expect to see you here! I guess you saw the news, I'm going to the electric chair. Shocking, isn't it?" he chuckled lamely at his own pun.
Lisbon simply stared at him, her mind awash with emotions, that all played out in her emerald eyes, despite her trying to keep her cool. Jane saw straight through her calm façade, and his own chipper smile faltered. His face turned serious. "You're mad." It wasn't a question. All thoughts of controlling herself gone, Lisbon's rage bubbled to the surface and she exploded. "Mad? Mad? I got fired, Jane! And you – how could you be so stupid? Of all the things you could have – should have done, and you're so arrogant and impatient, that you just shoot him, and land yourself on Death Row!" She was screaming now, her hair flying around wildly, as she stood up. "Know, what? Forget it. I thought deep down you respected me, respected my opinion and authority, but apparently I was wrong! I can't even stand to look at you!" she yelled her face contorting in disgust. "Guard!" she called, throwing the phone down so that it dangled on its cable. She turned to leave, angry tears filling her eyes as her heart broke. She didn't know what made her angrier – that Jane had the audacity to look surprised that she was mad, or that he didn't try to stop her leaving. I thought he cared…
Finally the guard reached the door and unlocked it. She wrenched it open and was almost through it before Jane yelled "Lisbon!" She couldn't help it, she had to look back. "What?" she demanded, feeling more hurt and betrayed the longer she looked at him.
"He said Charlotte smelled like strawberries and cream."